“…is any bot out there?” came a voice almost desperate over the Autobot’s comm. frequency, “My ship’s sustained heavy damage, if there’s any bot out there–” the transmission erupted in a crackle of static, “will be crash landing” static fluctuated again, “Decepticons,” another ripple, “medical supplies.” The message began again, static making it barely understandable. “Repeat, this is Autobot Rift, is any bot out there?”
“Rift this is Optimus Prime in Autobot outpost Omega One, we have you on Radar do you copy?” questioned Optimus, he and Ratchet were alone at the base while the other autobots had gone to pick up the children they were now responsible for.
Terra threw her arms up in the air in exasperation and slammed the plate shut. If it weren’t for the fact she knew the damn thing would be a bitch to de-wire she’d have ripped it off, but from the looks of it her basic knowledge of computers wouldn’t be enough.
“To hell with it,” she muttered before hefting up her garage door and walking inside to get changed into her painting clothes. If she had cleaning to do, if she was going to get filthy doing it, she wanted to keep her nicer clothes for nicer days. Once she was changed she walked back outside, started up her music, and began hauling things around including a large lift. She pulled it outside and off into the grass before she grabbed her shop broom and a smaller regular broom and started cleaning the floor. She picked up all the large bits of metal and paint flecks with the large broom and with the smaller the finer bits of dust and dirt that had managed to get into her shop. Onc
“Optimus you can’t be thinking about meeting with Megatron?” demanded Arcee as they reconvened at the base. “It’s obviously a trick he won’t give up Rift or the girl,” all the Autobots and the children had been privy to the discussion and Optimus had yet to explain what he was going to do. Everyone had started talking the moment the transmission had ended, only Optimus, Bumblebee, and Raf had remained silent.
“No disrespect ment Optimus,” said Jack, “but this is totally wack.”
“He’s right,” said Bulkhead, “besides,” Ratchet spoke up.